“It is that I am to be married to-morrow,” he told her softly, and held her tightly as the shock of his words ran quivering through her.
“And I!” she gasped, after two or three paralyzed seconds.
“Naturally you are to be married also.”
She stared mutely up into the reassurance of his smile.
“Jack and I find that best,” he said. “I have no time to go to America to bring you again, and all is quite good arranged. I have telegraphed to Dresden about a larger apartment, and those papers from the lawyers in New York waited here when you came. We may not marry like peasants, you and I, you know.”
She felt completely overcome.
“To-morrow!” she said, at last.
“Yes,” he said placidly; “I am much hasted to be again in the north, and we have arranged with the consuls—your consul and my consul—for to-morrow.”
“But my steamer passage!”
“Oh, that your cousin has given up; all the money has been returned. I think for a little that we will go with him as far as Naples, but I go and look at your stateroom this morning, and I have just a centimétre more than the berth.”